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And Madonna thought she had it all.
Bless the poor (albeit some would prefer to use the word safe from a, let’s say, over-friendly grown-up. Note, I utterly disagree with this.) children who has to grow up without the King of Pop. He was indeed the epitome of coolness, the only man who could pull off the unfashionable ankle-high pants and a scream the pitch of a female soprano opera singer. He wore flamboyant, bordering-gay, sequined jackets and still could set the oestrogen firing in menopausal women. His trademark gloves shamed Mickey Mouse’s ones that lacked a finger.
So how great was he? He had his own video game, that’s how great he was. A video game beats all action figures around the world. Hands down.
‘Amongst all that furore, there wasn’t really a quiet moment to talk,’ Queen guitarist Brian May told Rolling Stone in an interview released on Friday. ‘But and I are definitely hoping to have a meaningful conversation with at some point. It’s not like we, as Queen, would rush into coalescing with another singer just like that. It isn’t that easy. But I’d certainly like to work with Adam. That is one amazing instrument he has there’.
Hey, that piece of sky is back up there. I love Adam.
Hey, is that a piece of sky on the ground?
I can’t believe Adam lost.
I am watching American Idol and Adam’s turn is over. Yes, I am an Adam fan-bert (pardon the lame pun, it’s what boredom does to you), and not afraid to admit it. I have wished upon a star for him to turn straight. Gokey has induced the post-Adam boredom and thus, I have joined the other who-knows-how-many-million in blogging meaningless, insignificant details of my (I hope not mundane) life.
On a lighter note, Adam is coming up with his duet later. Let’s hope he won’t be pulled down (says the extremely biased fan of Adam with no offensive intent towards the other contestants and their fans). So while Gokey sings (oh god, he puts Aerosmith to shame), I shall go figure out wordpress.
But it didn't come as nicely as that. I went through twelve years of studying nothing related to design. At 12, with a group of friends and during the humble beginnings of the Internet, we slaved together on gurlpages.com (hey, we all had to start out somewhere) and pieced together our very first website in all it's embarrassingly gaudy (with no sense of typography or design), glory. With years of maturity and the god-sent Photoshop, I'd like to say I've improved quite a drastic bit. To view my works, please visit my portfolio.
When I'm not designing, I'm having a constant battle with diapers soiled in things and smells you'd rather not know, vomit that has travelled further than it should have (could say it inspired this blog) and noises that leaves a grown person in a state of panic and confusion. Let's just say that I'm not your average student.